Forum Monster Exposed

Chapter 25 - Forum Monster Exposed

British psychologist Dr. Post spent ten years analyzing 300 famous modern figures through modern psychopathology and found that genius and mental illness are separated by only a thin line, sometimes even being one and the same.

Novelists and poets had a 46% rate of mental illness, such as William Faulkner (author of The Sound and the Fury) from the United States and Marcel Proust (author of In Search of Lost Time) from France.

Painters had a 37% rate, like Vincent Willem van Gogh and Pablo Picasso.

Composers had a 31% rate, such as Wilhelm Richard Wagner (composer of The Ring of the Nibelung) and Giacomo Puccini (composer of Madama Butterfly).

Thinkers had a 26% rate, including Bertrand Russell, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, and Arthur Schopenhauer.

Scientists had an 18% rate, like Francis Galton, Gregor Mendel, André-Marie Ampère, Nicolaus Copernicus, and Michael Faraday.

Each name is renowned and thunderous—ask yourself if that scares you.

Fortunately, this world wasn't ruled by the mentally ill; politicians had only a 17% rate, with unlucky cases like Adolf Hitler, Abraham Lincoln, and Napoleon Bonaparte.

But undeniably, the literary field was the hardest hit.

Unexpectedly declining the Cao family's lunch invitation, Li Bai drove back to his rental apartment in the same black Santana 2000 he had "found."

Before the police came knocking, he enjoyed the convenience this trophy brought him without guilt—having a car was different from not having one.

By the time he got home, it was already noon. Li Bai didn't plan to cook and instead ordered two takeout meals.

Yesterday, the Yao family had given him a big red envelope with ten thousand yuan in cash, enough to keep Li Bai from worrying about money for a while.

Before the delivery guy arrived, he tossed a pair of black-rimmed, non-prescription glasses he'd bought on the way home in front of Qingyao Demoness.

"Stop playing on the computer for now. Imbue these glasses with the Spiritual Eye secret technique, maintaining the effect for at least two years."

The demoness, gifted with the "Spiritual Eye Illusion" innate ability, was an expert at such secret arts.

"The rules of this world are strange; even This servant's Demonic Qi is hard to circulate. Maintaining it for two years would take quite a bit of effort."

Green Flood Dragon King balanced the black-rimmed glasses on her head, looking somewhat ridiculous.

It wasn't just Li Bai whose spiritual energy was sluggish and spells hard to cast; even the demoness was significantly affected. Despite being a Calamity Tribulation Realm Demon King, she couldn't even change into human form.

These days, instead of cultivating, she was obsessed with playing on the laptop—either Minesweeper or arguing with people online, showing a bit of a give-up attitude.

For this demoness, having food, drink, and company every day, with no other great demons wanting to eat her or seize her territory, this life of idling away was practically heaven.

Since cultivation was difficult, she simply didn't bother, though her daily routine of morning bites was out of spite for losing her Dragon Body—the demoness refused to let Great Demon Li off the hook.

"Then make it one year."

Li Bai wished he could throw this lazy demoness into a pot and boil her for lunch.

"This servant's cultivation hasn't even recovered half a cheng. Young Master might as well stew This servant!"

She stopped playing on the laptop, flopped onto the desk, and rolled around like a Rolling Pin, acting shamelessly.

Li Bai said irritably, "Three months. If not, I'll do it myself."

He had estimated Cao Family's Youngest Daughter's treatment cycle at two years. The main purpose of imbuing these black-rimmed glasses with the secret technique wasn't just to treat her hysteria—once the technique's effect faded, the glasses would become a suggestive object, continuing to work.

The principle referenced the psychological Invisible Gorilla effect, guiding Cao Qiuqing to subconsciously ignore fear-triggering cues and selectively look away.

Over time, the hysteria would heal without medicine.

If Dean Zhou, Li Bai's direct superior, knew about this targeted treatment plan, he'd probably be unable to resist applauding in admiration.

"Three months then, but I have conditions!"

The demoness coiled her body up, truly a greedy and cunning member of the Demon Race.

"What conditions? Let me be clear upfront—if I can't do it, you'd better not bring it up. Even if you do, it's useless."

Li Bai pulled the laptop over and casually swiped the touchpad.

A DELL XPS13—you get what you pay for, reliable quality. With a cheaper brand, the way this demoness abused it day and night, it would have broken down long ago.

"I want a phone, a bank card, and ten thousand yuan a month for pocket money! I, I..."

Qingyao Demoness's voice grew weaker as she saw Young Master's face darken like the bottom of a pot.

"I have an MMP I need to say or not!"

Li Bai's face darkened, not just because the demoness was asking for the moon, but also because he saw the battle posts on the "17th Floor" forum.

The ID "Li Bai's Demoness" was glaringly eye-catching. He clicked on a few posts and nearly got his nose twisted with anger.

"...Your parents must be siblings to have spawned such a freak..."

"...Wanna fight? Provincial Sports Stadium, tomorrow at 3:30 PM. Bring whoever you want. If you don't show, you're my grandson..."

"...What? Didn't see me? Your eyes are only for checking out big breasted girls, right? This Old Lady waited two hours and didn't see anyone. You coward, crawl back to wherever you came from..."

"...Come on! This Old Lady will pinch you to death with my pussy..."

A Fierce Demonic Life needed no explanation. Great Demon Li nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. He never knew this demoness had such a side, nor where she learned it—TMD, who did she want to pinch to death with her pussy?

She was a total tomboy to steer clear of, overwhelmingly domineering.

They say on the Internet, no one knows if you're a person or a dog. As soon as Qingyao Demoness went online, her true nature was exposed without reservation. Who would guess this thing was a genuine Green Flood Dragon King?

"This servant did it for Young Master's sake!"

The demoness was clearly guilty, backing away in an attempt to slip off.

The Glazed Heart had shrunk considerably, but within three feet, nothing could escape its detection. The moment she moved, Li Bai grabbed her.

"From now on, no more going on the '17th Floor,' understand?"

He had been careless, letting this demoness stir up trouble on Huxi City's local forum, "17th Floor." No doubt she had racked up who knows how much hatred for him these past few days.

"This servant understands!"

Qingyao put on an innocent, pitiful look, staying perfectly still as Li Bai held her.

Every demoness was a drama queen. If she couldn't go on the "17th Floor," she could still use Weibo. The internet was vast, and there would always be a place for her to run wild.

"Stay home and cultivate properly for the next few days. No computer for now."

Li Bai directly shut down the laptop, then changed the Wi-Fi router password, completely cutting off the demoness's internet access.

The demoness said pitifully, "This world has no Essence of Sun and Moon to use. How is this servant supposed to cultivate?"

Her Natal Magic Tool was a Storage Dragon Scale. She had once succeeded in transforming into a dragon, and though she had since reverted to her flood dragon form, the expanded storage space remained. Even the scale's appearance still looked like a dragon scale—it was the only dragon scale left on her flood dragon body.

Like Li Bai, the Storage Dragon Scale held many supplies brought from the other world, but a demon king's cultivation consumed enormous resources, and those meager cultivation materials wouldn't last long.

"I'll find a way to handle it. Just behave yourself."

Before today, Li Bai might not have had an idea, but now he had a direction.

"This servant will definitely listen to Young Master."

Qingyao Demoness wrapped herself around Li Bai's hand, showing none of the fierce aura she once had when she nearly crushed someone to death with her thighs.

"I can give you your phone and bank card, but your allowance is only three hundred. My monthly salary is just that much—I have to pay rent, water, electricity, and gas. Where would I get extra? Ten thousand? Dream on!"

Li Bai flicked the Azure Flood Dragon's head and tossed her back onto the desk.

He scoffed at the demoness's solemn promises. If he took them seriously, he'd lose.

Before long, she would show her true colors again.